When Damon knocked his victim unconscious, he had experienced a power he had never felt before. Somehow, that he was conquering and controlling Mimi gave him strength, and he felt the evil weakening inside him.
He was still pissed off about the whole satanic velveting thing, when she didn't understand at all what her fangs had been feeding into his veins. The hangover he'd finally woken up from and worked 24 hours a day to get him, a vampire over a thousand years old, to even sit up was something that he really wanted to teach her. And Mimi was immortal. She could take anything he would give her and he might even strengthen her.
The rage still boiled inside him, but it was not like his evil, the volcano. No, this was like hot plasma, burning in his veins and filling his mind. He felt no effect of the evil spirit within him and he would not and could not control his rage.
He had once taught some naughty vampire women who had once imprisoned him and more or less abused him. None of them had survived, but Mimi would be an exception, immortal and, therefore, an outstanding student.
What Damon didn't see in his rage was that he went over the top and badly. He did not know now what the consequences of his actions would be. The rage blinded him and the effect of the evil spirit took away any empathy and desire to protect and nurture Mimi.
Damon even thought he could leave her somewhere in the house to recover on her own. Oh, that he had enjoyed himself. The telepathy, the ability to hide and melt into the shadows, the experience and the secret passages of Mimi's house had been of significant benefit.
He carried his unconscious victim to the car and drove off. He had the perfect place already booked and there Mimi would get the first lesson of her life but it wouldn't be the last, not by a long shot.
Somehow he felt like he was whole now, whole, as if part of him had been imprisoned and now he was free and he had never felt so whole, never. He couldn't even remember when.
The car drove through the twilight, the headlights still blotting out the darkening evening as the SUV drove through the dark woods with a furious old strong telepathic vampire in the driver's seat and his unconscious victim lying in the back seat. The vampire smiled in his mind. The victim wouldn't be unconscious of that much longer.
The first sensation that came to me was cold. Wind or chill on my skin and then I started to feel a hard surface that I was lying on. Steel shackles that were clamped tightly around my wrists. There was no room to move at all.
I couldn't move any part of my body, so fine, I was on some hard surface, tied down really well. My mind was still clouded with drugs and, slowly, memories came back to me. The feeling of being stalked, being chased, the relentless oppressive feeling. It got the adrenaline flowing through my veins and the drug clouding faded from my mind. I opened my eyes and tried to see where I was.
Now it was hard to remember my lesson of being calm and controlled when waking up. My pulse sped up almost. I was trying to get my mind sharp enough.
The light here came from one lamp in the ceiling. It was like an elongated fluorescent lamp in the ceiling of some agency. There were a lot of shadows in this room. This was a pretty cool space. I was naked and in goose bumps.
This smelled like some kind of garden shed almost, but I could smell blood clearly here. Werewolves, but they were old smells. I turned my head and got my vision a little clearer. The light in the ceiling wasn't on me, so it didn't distort my vision. My heart was beating a little faster as adrenaline flooded my bloodstream in ever-increasing amounts.
This was a wooden building, some kind of large shed or little hut. I was strapped to a steel table with metal chains around my arms and legs and waist. I was naked. He had cannulated me in many places, both arms, and I felt a few in my neck. Even a hose went into my heart.
Someone clamped tightly on the restraints around my wrists. Apparently, Damon, with his sheer force, had squeezed them tightly around my wrists so that I had no room to move at all. My forearms and elbows had cannulas in two places per arm. A memory flashed back to the Spike and Drusilla's treatment.
He had cannulated both sides of my neck, so he had cannulated both my jugulars, my central line, and my heart. He had bent my legs open at the hips, slightly bending my knees, and cannulated the insides of my thighs. My knee joints and ankles were cannulated. My legs were also tied fucking tight. I realised how fucking helpless I was and no matter how hard I tried to twist my arms or myself, I couldn't get anything done.
I slowly recovered even more and now there was no more feeling of being chased or haunted in my head. My mind was getting more analytic and calmer right now.
A voice was speaking from somewhere I could not yet see. It was coming from some deep shadows that were in this shed.
"Good morning student, we are about to begin. First thing. This is a lesson and I never regret my lessons. It is time for you to learn that when you are and live with me, there is a consequence for every action you take. What that consequence is depends on the action. If you seduce me, the consequence may be a week's fucking marathon, but if you fucking break my neck, poison me, go to a gig without telling me or without my permission, then you get a lesson that hits you. Welcome to the shed. This little session here in the shed will teach you to fear me and respect me. "
Damon's voice was steady, almost instructive, and I could smell the passionfruit clearly. The voice continued to explain, now a little more amused.
"Look Mimi at those shelves. They are full of glass jars of substances. Dentifrices. You're a teeth vampire like me, but you know nothing yet. You'll learn in time that your teeth react to your emotions. Now I've been thinking about what you did and my teeth always produce a substance for you. As you may have noticed, my feelings for you are not terribly kind, but you are immortal, you will endure, and perhaps wise up. As for these substances, I don't remember the effects of all of them, not by a long shot, and I don't want to because that's the fun of it. As you can see, I've got you ready. You're ready to receive my dental products."
He emerged from the shadows and walked languidly over to one shelf. There were glass jars full of substances. He lazily took one jar in his hand. He took a small IV bag from the table and pulled the substance from the jar into the syringe, and emptied the syringe into the IV bag. Looking at me coldly and still explaining. As if he was really teaching.
"I've made these two-ounce bags, but I always diluted the entire amount in them. But with such a terrible memory, I can't actually remember which substance I made more than the dose. Quite a few, I think. But when I put everything I make in one of those bags that I drip into you, some substances can be quite effective. Then I'll show you some of my other abilities, too, after you've enjoyed my stuff for a while."
His voice was getting enjoyably dangerous as he imagined all the substances he had made. He walked closer. Now to another drawer or table with a pile of jars separated on top. His voice was now downright purring.
"And some of the stuff I give as injections. I know that these substances, these 15 of them, affect the muscles, all the muscles from the digestive system to the heart and diaphragm. But I always give an injection into a muscle and we'll see what the effect is."
Damon took syringes and needles and drew eight ml from each jar into each syringe.
He glanced at me and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, instead it made him look more beastly.
"My dose is normally 2-5 ml. I think this eight ml is very good."
His manner was confident. He was the predator, and I was the prey and he had no mercy, was now neither protector nor doctor. He had strolled around the table explaining his plans. He looked appraisingly at my naked body.
He was wearing a white tee shirt and black jeans. He walked over to the IV stands and pulled them closer. I saw a sea of bags.
"Let's get started, pupil..."
Good thing he didn't hum. There must have been thirty bags, and the hoses were neatly laid out, waiting to be connected each time. He started connecting the tubes to my cannulas and then put it on full.
He had connected each cannula to a multi connector, meaning he could connect one cannula to multiple bags. He arranged the drip stands evenly and carefully, acting deftly and efficiently. I was helpless and watched as bag after bag drained into my vein.
My head blurred and my thoughts to become cloudy as four sachets flowed. I could say nothing as the increasing confusion came more and more upon me. Damon picked up one syringe and came stabbing it into my left thigh. The cramp that wracked my leg was unbearable.
My muscles became rock hard, and the pain seemed to reach my very soul, the drip bags clouding my mind and putting me in a more vulnerable state. A state where I couldn't understand what the pain was, and I just reacted, which was about to scream out loud.
Damon took a metal syringe and came and stuck a needle down my throat and paralyzed my vocal cords. It felt like my throat was sore; the anaesthetic made my vocal chords swell up somehow and I could only gasp. The confusion increased and despair set in. I was a victim and understood nothing.
Somehow I got Damon's pleasure through my mind and realized that the one who was supposed to be caring for me was now causing me the most intense pain I had ever experienced, and I had experienced a lot. But the confusion of the IV bags and the vulnerability of my mind were destroying all my ability to cope, and my mind was not working at all.
He stuck one syringe into my heart and it felt like my heart was going to come out of my chest. My pulse must have been beating almost 300 and I could feel the drugs he was pouring from the bags taking effect in ever-increasing amounts, taking reality somewhere far away and plunging me into a nightmarish confusion through which every pain, every piercing wave of pain that racked around my body came. I felt everything but understood nothing at all.
He always changed into a fresh bag when the last one ran out. He stuck a syringe in my diaphragm and my diaphragm spasmed badly. I couldn't breathe and my head started pounding and the lack of oxygen made my body desperately try to pull air in somehow.
If I hadn't been so messed up, I probably would have just endured the pain and the fucked up feeling, but all this dental stuff dismantled every single defense mechanism I'd already developed in my mind, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
It always felt like a sharp sting, and the pain attacked again. It found its way into my internal organs. My liver seemed to catch fire. My body was in one constant pain and I didn't even know my name.
I already knew that the smell of passionfruit would make the pain start and I integrated it firmly into the pain, avoiding it. The injections were relentless, and Damon was silent. He could clearly see I couldn't understand a word he was saying.
The drugs he was dropping went into my head more and more, and soon it became difficult to distinguish anything from the horror I was in. I no longer knew anything about the shed, Damon, the drugs, the cannulas.
I was just in a vortex of fear and terror. I could feel myself trying to escape the beast, but I could hear someone chasing me, reaching me, and the beast kept coming closer and closer. I was running in the woods and there were passionfruit vines and I could smell them all the time as they tried to block my progress.
They wrapped around my chest, squeezing relentlessly hard, so hard that when they let go, the fiery waves of pain prevented me from breathing deeply and I had to escape. The passionfruit smelled really strongly. I was shaking and scared.
Passionfruit and Damon's voice terrified me. I felt myself pissing and shitting in terror somewhere along the line and I was being moved, hurting harder and harder. Confusion, despair, terror, fear, all did their work, and I sank deep into a nightmare that grew like a giant ball of yarn in my mind. Bigger and bigger.
I no longer knew, even if Damon had spoken, I was so deep in fear and terror. Now, my ribs were hurting, and the voice instructed me to take shallow breaths to prevent bursting a lung because of cracked ribs.
But then I felt a prick on my side. Something made my diaphragm spasm, and I sucked in air. It forced me to take a deep breath now and then and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore because my lung burst.
Damon looked at his trembling victim, Mimi, who was no longer tied up. Then, Damon took the soiled sheets he had gathered and disposed of them in the woods. The lesson was almost over, and he had never felt so strong. He controlled Mimi.
His words made her shake with terror, piss and shit in herself. Mimi would remember the experience when she recovered. He had been teaching Mimi for two weeks and her ribs were clearly showing. Mimi's ribs were broken, and her healing ability could no longer repair them.
Mimi's breathing was shallow, but every time Damon gave her a stimulant injection in her diaphragm, she breathed deeper, puncturing her lungs again. Damon didn't see Mimi's actual condition because he didn't want to.
He didn't look into her mind the way he should have, but was confident that he could fix their relationship easily with just a little telepathy magic. He didn't see the giant tangle ball of terror and fear that had grown up in her mind and was there to wreak havoc.
The rage Damon had felt had all but disappeared by the time he had literally vented his rage on her. But he didn't know it or even realize it. He felt free. Free from all the rules and he could now do what he wanted, and he taught. He was an excellent teacher.